Bloody Pesantren

Funeral

And, no one can know (with certainty) what he will strive for tomorrow. And no one can know on earth where he will die

[QS. Luqman:34 ]

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Talqin's voice began to sound, indicating Malik's body had entered into the burrow.

I sat down dumbstruck, staring at Malik's parents who looked so devastated.

Everything corresponds to qada' and qadar.

And death is the best lesson.

Dying, I remembered the expression of Ali ibn Abi Talib about death "Surely death is approaching us, and the world continues to forsake us. Be children of the Hereafter, and do not be children of the world. Indeed, today is charity and there is no law, and tomorrow is reckoning and there is no charity."

I took a deep breath, exhaling it slowly. The death never asked permission from anyone and certainly never looked at whether the person was old, teenagers and even babies.

It is true, in fact every man, whatever he does is bringing death, walking to death, and of course waiting for death, whether death comes morning or evening. That we as humans should remain ready to be alert by always renewing repentance and multiplying charity.

I turned my eyes when my gaze accidentally collided with Ilham. I'm still upset about him, for telling me to come home last night. But what exactly did he do last night?

I was stunned when suddenly the smell of jasmine filled the cemetery. Does Malik's death have anything to do with the creature?

I tried to circulate my gaze, trying to guess what the creature actually looks like, last night I only had a glimpse of him and only the back of him.

"Why? Is there something you're looking for?" Dela looked at me confused because maybe she saw me like a daze.

"Don't you smell the jasmine?" I made sure it wasn't just me who smelled that fragrance.

Dela tried to sniff, looking to think for a moment.

"You mean this?" Dela thrust her left hand towards my nose. Instantly my smell was full of the smell of jasmine.

"You're wearing it anyway" I breathed a sigh of relief it turns out that the fragrance didn't come from the creature.

"Custom huh? I like the thing. " I nodded. Yes, it does smell good but the fragrance reminds me of the creature that my late father told me about.

"When did you wear that perfume?" 

"Not a week Ra" It turns out Dela has been wearing this perfume jasmine fragrance for quite a while, but why did I not realize from yesterday.

My gaze was distorted when I saw one hand coming out of the ground and trying to reach Iqlima's feet.

How'this? What am I supposed to do?

Hopefully that hand doesn't hurt Iqlima.

Now there is a voice that starts ta'ziah, I try to focus on listening. Although I occasionally glanced at Iqlima to ascertain what the hand was going to do.

Iqlima looked at me confused, hinting through his eyes as if asking "why?"

I nodded, trying to smile. Then go back to listening to what you have to say, even though in reality I'm not really listening.

I closed my eyes, breathing deeply again. I hope the burden and the problems I face will fly with the carbon dioxide that I release.

The smell of jasmine again filled my sense of smell. What a perfume that Dela wore made me think that the creature was in this cemetery. My eyes were still closed, but in the dark I felt a cold sensation on my face, quite soothing to remove a little heat from the sun this afternoon.

Once I am calm enough, I open my eyes slowly. My body immediately stiffened to find the figure of the woman in the well right in front of me, Her face was only a few inches away from my face. The smile she gave reminded me of when I first met her.

Why does the smell of jasmine prickle the nose?

I turned my face when Dela held my shoulder. I breathed a sigh of relief it turned out that jasmine fragrance from the perfume Dela was not the woman of the well.

"You why the hell Ra? It's been weird lately"

"What am I really why?"

"If I knew, I wouldn't have Ra. How the hell!" I'm silent, if you know Del, what I've been through lately. Are you gonna call me getting weird.

"Look again! I didn't think the same of you. Why can you be smart in every lesson, when what I observe your work is just dumbstruck, daydreaming, joking, that's all"

"Hoby I'm a prankster, Del." Dela shook her head. Maybe he thought, it's free to talk to me. I chuckle. Holy hooch! I almost forgot about that woman.

"Where is he?" Lirihku, while looking for his whereabouts.

"Who?" it turns out that Dela heard my mutter.

"What?"

"Who's going to go?"

"Who's going? what do you mean Del? I never said anything" Dela looked at me probing. I can't be nervous. This human being is so sensitive to body movements. So he can tell which one is lying and which one is honest.

"Like your ears need to be injected" I'm trying to shift Dela's focus. Dela snorted and expanded her way of sitting without answering my words.

I'm sorry, Del, but it's not time you and the others found out.

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"Assalamu'alaikum, Ustadzah."  I was in front of Ustadzah Salma's room. Back to the service earlier, I decided to ask permission to go home, mumpug not too late in the afternoon. May Ustadzah Salma give permission.

Not waiting for long, the door of Ustadzah Salma's room opened.

"Wa'alaikumussalam, Yes Ra. What's up?" I paused for a moment thinking about what reason I would wear this time.

"Rara.. can I not return Ustadzah?"

"Going home? why would Ra go home?"  I fell silent, I really did not prepare a reasonable alsan. I just want to go home to calm my mind. Namu using that excuse, surely Ustadzah's question will be longer, like a toll road.

"Jeez, Ustadzah just remembered. Tomorrow, it's not three years after the death of your late mother's father huh?" I was stunned to hear the speech of Ustadzah Salma.

Oh my God, how could I forget. From yesterday I felt like something was forgotten.

"I-iya Ustadzah" Ustadzah smiled gently at me as his hand gently stroked the tip of my head.

My eyes began to heat up, first. Mother often did that, stroking my head gently. No, I can't cry. I have to be strong, I can't cry.

"Where's Ustadzah? Can Rara go home?" Ustadzah.

"Of course, but only two days. Nothing more" I nodded happily. I have rarely been home since my parents left. It's not like I don't miss my grandmother or my sister Adam. But in this way I can reduce the frequency of my misses as well as my late father and mother.

"Syukron Ustadzah, then Rara said goodbye first"

"Wa'alaikumussalam, Be careful. Don't forget salamin's with grandma."  I stepped out from the front of Ustadzah Salma's room, but I did not forget that I kissed her hand. 

Earth, let me let go of my miss with my two angels. Father-Mother.